Through With You
Justin Rutledge
I've got a plan to sing you back home
To strike up the band and love you alone
I've got a plan, silver the stars, golden the net
Hey, hold on I'm not through with you yet
Your mind is a book, your body a page
Your fingers are pools, your beauty a cage
I carry you home when after the rains the hemlocks are wet
Hey, hold on I'm not through with you yet
Heavy you weight on my mind
Heavy you weight
Like a prose that is frozen with rhyme
Heavy you weight
But I've got a plan, whatever it takes
I'll put on the moves, I'll put on the brakes
Yeah I've got a plan, the curtains are drawn, the table is set
Hey, hold on I'm not through with you
Hey, hold on I'm not through with you
Hey, hold on I'm not through with you yet
I'm not through with you yet